Curbs

I did a backside smith slappy today in honor of this video:


Barker Barrett. Love Letter to Curbs teaser from Six Stair on Vimeo.


h/t CFlynn

Lurkin

In the shadows, of course. That way it's hard to see in which direction my shifty eyes are aimed.

This is the same wall I did a 2-foot high wallride on back in the day. I miss the Shepard Fairey art.

Photo by Chris Flynn

Rainspot Rebuilt

All kinds of new construction, along with some incredible street art, has been going down at rainspot. I got the new work camera out and after a few ugly shots, and a few reminders from a professional, I got a decent shot of Ryan blasting up this wall.

The photo really does no justice to how fast he was going. Still photography is limited like that, I guess.

MIA

It's been 2 months or so since I've updated the ol' blog, mainly because I got an iPhone (see previous post) and now just use Instagram to send out random images with a few words attached. I believe the kids call it microblogging.

I think I like sending out random pictures to the world one at a time instead of 2 paragraphs of my ramblings per serving.

That doesn't mean that won't still be rambling. Oh, I'll ramble.

If you've got an iPhone I suggest you check out Instagram; I'm on there as kmart202, and most of my photos so far are of skateboards and skateboard-related activities, food (usually cooked by annieB), Obama on my caller ID, things I like to look at, and of course shower beer:

Star Wars Could Have Been Better...

...If they'd just gone with Nick Nolte as Han Solo.

This has been around for years but somehow I just watched it and holy shit I can't stop watching it:




I showed this to everyone who came in my office today. Shocking that I haven't been promoted, I know.

h/t gogglesp

Confession Time

So for the last few years, whenever given the chance, I've trash-talked the iPhone. I ripped on it for being a crappy phone, for being a huge time suck, and just basically b/c I hated the overall iPhone culture.

Well, I bought an iPhone, and it's pretty spectacular. Now I'm lurking on it non-stop, mouth agape, tapping away at the screen like every other assface out there.

It's still a shitty phone (drops at least 2x as many calls as my Droid), but everything else on it is pretty sweet.

So there. I said it. The iPhone is pretty sweet. Now I need to drink something strong to get this taste outta my mouth.

Eat That Turkey

 

Spent Turkey Day 2011 in Baltimore with my ladyfriend's family, where we ate a kickass fried turkey. I've gone the fried turkey route once before with my family, and after my 2nd round, I'm hooked. So much better. Dare I say it was a moist, succulent bird.

My favorite job is to stand outside and watch the turkey cook in oil. If I smoked cigars, that would be a perfect complement, but I just drank beer as my turkey-cooking activity, and it was pretty great.

I did fail at my only real job, which was to push a button when some light started blinking. I pushed it once the blinking started, but the blinking did not stop. I did nothing else, and was shortly thereafter relieved of duty.

After gorging for two days, I've been pretty much immobile since.

Big thanks to the Ladyfriend's Family for hosting me and giving me simple jobs.  Happy Thanksgiving everyone.